Lest We Forget — Memorial Day, May 28, 2012

By Alden L. Benton

This post is dedicated to all of the men and women who have died in the service of this great nation, for without their unselfish sacrifices we would not enjoy the rights and privileges of freedom and liberty.

Freedom is not free and the heroes who made the ultimate sacrifice paid the price so that we may live free.

This is not just day to honor the fallen in wars and battles of long ago, but to remember that even as I write this in the security of my home, our service men and women are still putting themselves in harm’s way to protect us.

And some will die. 

Today is not the day to argue whether the wars we have fought, or those in which we are currently engaged, are just or correct.

Our soldiers, sailors, marines, airmen, and coast guardsmen, serve their country with honor and distinction, no matter what they are asked to do. 

It is those who have died in those efforts that we honor this Memorial Day.

As you read this, take a minute of your time to observe a moment of silence and remember all the heroes who have died fighting for our freedom and liberty.

Today is not about war.  It is about the warriors.

Never forget.

In order to bring you a broader look at the meaning of Memorial Day, today I would like to share some of the words of  others who honor our fallen heroes. The columns I have linked below are current.  Please follow the links and read their words this Memorial Day.

The following column I have posted in its entirety.  I used this moving testimony in a Memorial Day presentation two years ago, but it is just as meaningful today as it was when it was penned in 2010.  Enjoy the article and the graphics I have added. 

Memorial Day 2010

By Oliver North

Arlington National Cemetery, Va. — This is the place that receives the most attention on Memorial Day, though it is but one of 141 national cemeteries in the United States and 24 others located on foreign soil.  Many of our countrymen will observe this “last Monday in May” holiday with travel, shopping and picnics.  But those who take the time to visit one of these hallowed grounds will have an unforgettable experience.

Headstones at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia, on Memorial Day.

These are the final resting places for more than 3 million Americans who served in our armed forces — as soldiers, sailors, airmen, Guardsmen and Marines — including the nearly 5,500 who have perished in Afghanistan and Iraq.

A visit to one of these quiet memorials is a tribute to those who made history by wearing our nation’s uniform and taking up arms to preserve our liberty and free tens of millions of others from tyranny.  In words written on stone markers, these places tell the story of who we are as a people.

Viet Nam War Memorial Wall features the names of all the men an women who died serving the United States in that conflict.

Between 1964 and 1975, more than 7 million young Americans were committed to the bloody contest in Southeast Asia.  The names of 58,267 who died from that fight are on the wall of the Vietnam War Memorial — some of them were my Marines and my brother’s soldiers.  Headstones in cemeteries all across this land testify to more of their selfless sacrifice — and serve as a reminder that the victory denied in that war should never happen again.

Regardless of when they served, all interred in these cemeteries sacrificed the comforts of home and absented themselves from the warmth and affection of loved ones.  Since 1776, more than 1.5 million Americans have lost their lives while in uniform.

At countless funerals and memorial services for those who lost their lives in the service of our country, I hear the question, “Why is such a good young person taken from us in the prime of life?”  Plato, the Greek philosopher, apparently sought to resolve the issue by observing, “Only the dead have seen the end of war.”  I prefer to take my solace in the words of Jesus to the Apostle John: “Father, I will that those you have given me, be with me where I am.”

United States Marine Corps Memorial immortalizing the raising of the American flag atop Mt. Surabchi on Iwo Jima during World War II.

My sojourns to this “Sacred Ground,” as Tom Ruck calls our national cemeteries in the title of his magnificent book, remind me that among those here are veterans who served with my father and all of my uncles in the conflagration of World War II.  Only a handful of those 16.5 million from that “greatest generation” remain. Others resting in these consecrated places were tested just five years later in our first fight against despotic communism — on the Korean Peninsula.  They braved stifling heat, mind-numbing cold and an enemy that often outnumbered them 10 to one.

Frozen statues march through the cold and snow at the Korean War Memorial in Washington, D.C.

Here are headstones of those who served in the decade between Korea and Vietnam. More than 12 millions young Americans donned military uniforms in what was called “the cold war.”  It was only cold for those who didn’t have to fight in it.  They served on land, air and sea in lonely outposts, dusty camps, along barbed wire barriers in foreign lands, on guard against those who would have done us harm if they had the chance.

U.S. Marines evacuate their brothers after an attack on their base in Beirut, Lebanon. The Marines were sent to Lebanon on a peacekeeping mission.

In the three-and-a-half decades since Vietnam, not a single year has passed without Americans in uniform being committed to hostile action somewhere around the globe — including Grenada, Beirut, Panama, the Balkans and Kuwait.  We are not a warlike people.  But for more than two centuries, ours has been the only nation on earth willing to consistently send its sons and daughters into harm’s way — not for gold or oil or colonial conquest, but to offer others the hope of liberty.

Soldier salute the flag at dawn somewhere in the deserts of Iraq or Afghanistan.

Since Sept. 11, that great legacy has been borne by volunteers serving in the shadows of the Hindu Kush, along the banks of the Tigris and Euphrates, in the Persian Gulf and on anti-piracy patrols in the Indian Ocean.  These young Americans are engaged against a merciless enemy who has proven repeatedly that there is no atrocity beneath them — and that they will do whatever it takes to kill as many of our countrymen as possible.

Wings of an angel protect prayerful soldier.

Those now in uniform deserve our thanks, for no nation has ever had a better military force than the one we have today.  And no accolade to those presently in our country’s service is greater than honoring the veterans who preceded them on Memorial Day.




Thank you for working your way through this lengthy post. I hope you had a meaningful Memorial Day, lest we forget.

Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

© 2012 Alden L. Benton/Independence Creek Enterprises
All Rights Reserved

Photos inserted by editor; Ownership and copyright are retained by their originators and or publishers.  Colonel North’s column, copyright  2010 Salem Web Network,  originally appeared on Town Hall.


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